Chapter 11: A Concession, Not a Surrender

Eight days later, I left Wren with my mother and Elinor — who had, at that point, formed an alliance I can only describe as a threat to regional stability — and got past Killian's assistant on the thirty-eighth floor by saying five words I'd never said in my life: "I'm his wife. Move, please." Killian looked up from his desk, and for one unguarded second he looked delighted to see me. "Nora." "Ridgeline." I dropped my bag on his conference table. "Sixty percent. Twenty-year lease. Explain." "You've...